The Villain's Counterattack

"Can your medicine really improve Brother Jing's internal strength?" Huang Rong was indeed curious about this kind of thing, but she had been living a life of luxury since she was a child, and her father was one of the Five Greatest Masters in the World. She did not have such a strong desire to improve her martial arts, so she only wanted to help Guo Jing improve.

Yang Kang nodded and said, "Indeed, it's just that Guo Jing's foundation is a little weak. He needs me to teach him a method of gathering and refining Qi to maximize the medicinal effect. This method is just a fragment, but it is extremely strong and masculine, not suitable for women to learn."

Yang Kang then passed on a section of the "Nine Yang Divine Art" to Guo Jing. Guo Jing didn't know how precious this thing was, but Hong Qigong, who didn't have time to avoid it, was shocked when he heard it. He thought to himself that this was a very advanced skill, which was not much worse than the internal energy he practiced.

Is this the foundation of the Jin Dynasty royal family?

Hong Qigong thought too much, thinking that Yang Kang's martial arts came from the Quanzhen Sect or the Jin royal family. After Yang Kang taught him, he asked Hong Qigong and Huang Rong to help supervise Guo Jing's practice, and he went to make medicine. This soup was modified based on the Wudang tonic soup, using snake gallbladder to make it softer and easier to absorb, and it also improved the body's ability to resist poison, but the effect on improving internal strength was three points weaker.

Hong Qigong still harbored some doubts about Yang Kang. An hour later, the elixir was freshly brewed, and Yang Kang divided it into three portions: a large portion for himself and Guo Jing, and a smaller portion for Mu Nianci. He summoned everyone and first had Mu Nianci take it. He then helped her with her internal energy to dissolve the elixir and instructed her to cultivate a state of concentration. Even with the modified formula, the elixir worked faster and more intensely than the elixir itself, and Mu Nianci soon became flushed and sweaty.

Yang Kang used his internal energy to clear her blockage, suppressing the first burst of medicinal power. He then concluded, "Decoctions take effect quickly and are more easily absorbed. However, if not refined in time, they are easily wasted. They are far inferior to the gentle, long-lasting effects of elixirs, which take longer to digest. The formula for this decoction is actually modeled after the Shaolin Great Huan Dan, and it has about 50% to 60% of its effectiveness. If used properly, each person can gain 50 to 60 years of cultivation power. However, there are too many precious ingredients in it, and they cannot be used too much, otherwise the effect will be weakened."

Hong Qigong was greatly surprised when he heard this. Shaolin's Great Huandan was a legendary good thing. This kid got the general formula from somewhere and turned it into a decoction. If it were to spread to the martial arts world, it would definitely cause a huge storm. Yang Kang no longer paid attention to them, picked up his own share and drank it all, then sat in meditation on the spot to refine it, without any guard against it.

When Hong Qigong saw Guo Jing raise the bowl and wanted to drink, he couldn't help but sigh that this child was really honest, and stopped him casually: "This medicine smells a bit strange, let this old beggar taste it for you first." As he said, he took a small sip. It tasted bitter after the first sip, and then turned into a warm current that filled the whole body, coming quickly and urgently.

"Good stuff, drink it quickly, and then practice the skills you just practiced to absorb it." Yang Kang taught Guo Jing the Nine Yang Qi Gathering Method, which Hong Qigong had also learned just now. Now, after practicing it quickly, he found that this small sip of medicine was actually equivalent to a month of practice. He was shocked, but did not want to ruin Guo Jing's luck, so he asked him to drink it quickly to prevent it from getting cold and affecting the efficacy.

Guo Jing knew from Hong Qigong's expression that this thing was good, so he held it in front of Huang Rong and said, "Rong'er, you drink too."

Huang Rong felt sweet inside and smiled broadly in return, saying, "Brother Jing, just drink it yourself. Only if you have good martial arts skills can you protect me. If I want to drink more, I can ask this young prince to make me another one later."

Seeing that Huang Rong was determined not to drink it, Guo Jing drank it all himself and quickly sat down to refine it. Yang Kang's internal strength was the deepest, and he used the Nine Yin Nine Yang internal skills in a cycle to quickly refine the medicinal power. Finally, when he felt that his internal body had reached its limit, he jumped up and practiced the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra", tirelessly using up the last bit of medicinal power in his body over and over again. Just when the last bit of medicinal power was exhausted, he finally broke through to the seventh level.

Hong Qigong's face changed drastically when he saw Yang Kang's movements and felt the strong wind around him. This kid had incredible strength, but his movements were a little strange. It looked so different from Quanzhen martial arts. Was he really a Quanzhen disciple? Furthermore, his internal energy was probably not much different from his own, definitely much stronger than the Seven Quanzhen disciples.

It was also the first time that Huang Rong saw Yang Kang use his full strength, and her face changed color. What kind of freak was this person who had agreed to compete with Brother Jing? At such a young age, his martial arts skills were probably much stronger than Ouyang Ke and Mei Chaofeng. Among the people she knew, except for her father Huang Yaoshi and the unfathomable Hong Qigong, no one could be his opponent.

Two or three hours later, Mu Nianci and Guo Jing finished their training one after another, each with a happy look on their face, obviously having gained a lot. Huang Rong felt a little regretful. She couldn't take Brother Jing's share, but she could take Yang Kang and Mu Nianci's. This thing actually had such a great effect.

"Boy, what kind of external martial arts were you practicing just now? It doesn't look like the Quanzhen Sect's style." Hong Qigong couldn't help but ask.

"'Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra', a magical skill for protecting the Tantric Buddhism in the Western Regions." Yang Kang then explained the general situation of the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra" one by one. It was heard that in the Western Regions, anyone could learn this thing as long as they had money or became disciples. The first three levels were basically not a secret. After entering the Tantric Buddhism and specializing in one discipline, the first five levels could be read freely. Inner disciples could learn the seventh level, and for core disciples, the first ten levels were free to read. However, the last three levels were in the hands of the great lamas. It was passed down orally from generation to generation and could only be learned through initiation, and there was no written record.

"There is such a stupid kung fu in the world. You'll be in your seventies or eighties after practicing it to the sixth or seventh level. What's the point of learning it? What level are you at now?" Huang Rong felt very incredible after hearing this. Someone as unstable as herself might not be able to learn it. However, each level adds a dragon and an elephant. It will definitely be good for Brother Jing to learn it. His perseverance is not comparable to hers.

"I'm different from the others. I first practiced external skills like Iron Shirt (Vajra Indestructible Divine Art) and Sky-Flipping Palm to enrich my body with blood and energy. Then I practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra. At the same time, I constantly took medicinal baths and medicinal diets. I spent at least 80,000 taels of silver, if not 100,000 taels. It took me more than six years to push this skill to the seventh level. Even without using internal energy, my arms have the strength of a thousand pounds." Yang Kang pointed to the empty bowl in front of him and said, "This portion of herbs cannot be counted. They are mainly used to enhance internal energy. This portion alone is worth 20,000 taels, and no less."

Huang Rong couldn't help but stick out her tongue, but she didn't dare to mention asking Yang Kang to help her prepare medicine. Although her family was rich, she really couldn't afford the expenses that would amount to tens of thousands of taels.

"What level is the seventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra?" Hong Qigong continued to ask. If it is true that it can be quickly mastered with the help of a large amount of medicinal herbs, it would be terrifying.

"Generally speaking, when the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra reaches the ninth level, it's probably equivalent to the level of the Five Greatest Practitioners of the World. Although there are legends about thirteen levels, no one has ever been able to practice this martial art to the tenth level, so I suspect the so-called last three levels are all illusory gimmicks. My situation is a bit special. I practice both internal and external skills, and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is not the most important one. So my current martial arts are probably slightly inferior to the Five Greatest Practitioners of the World, and about the same as Qiu Qianren, the Iron Palm Floating on Water." Yang Kang estimated and felt that his internal strength was about at this level, but his realm was higher and his moves were more sophisticated. I'm afraid Qiu Qianren would not be able to beat him.

"You are so arrogant, kid. Qiu Qianren and the other five great masters like me are definitely at the same level. You are so young and yet you dare to claim that you are on par with him. Come on, let this old beggar measure your skills to see if you are really as good as us, the older generation." Hong Qigong pulled him towards an open space, and without even taking the green jade staff, he attacked him with his bare hands, starting with the move Kang Long You Hui.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in Hong Qigong's hands was naturally not comparable to Guo Jing's. It was fast and the moves were natural and smooth. There was almost no need to store up energy. A casual palm strike was extremely powerful. However, Yang Kang was not afraid at all. There was still some medicinal power in his body that had settled, and he needed a master to help him stimulate it, so he also slapped out with a palm.

With a loud "bang", Hong Qigong's body shook slightly, but Yang Kang retreated three steps, leaving a clear footprint with each step, but he transferred all the remaining strength.

"Good!" Hong Qigong's eyes lit up. The palm strike from this kid just now was not completely ineffective on him. At least it made him lose the chance to pursue him. He said that he was only slightly inferior to the Five Greatest Masters of the World. It seemed that he was not arrogant. He had the capital to say this.

Yang Kang tested his internal strength with this palm strike and found that he was not a match for a top master like Hong Qigong, so he stopped fighting head-on and used all 108 moves of "Turning Sky Palm" with all his strength. His moves were varied and his movements were fast and strange, and he was actually on par with Hong Qigong.